Chapter 84: Swearing to destroy Liao Country

With a loud bang, the iron rod hit Di Liniang's left shoulder heavily. The heavy bombardment almost shook her protective energy. Then, a long sword slashed down sharply. The sharp tip of the knife straps past her back, instantly cutting through the already weak protective energy, and cutting a long wound on her body, blood gushing out, causing her back to be dyed red in bright red.

The pure and slender girl waved her sword hard to resist the long iron rod and sword that was shot from all directions. Her clear eyes were covered with blood mist, and a sad and desperate expression appeared from her eyes.

There is no need to say that he died here. Before leaving Song State, he had already met his brother, but he fulfilled his wish; but how sad would his husband feel if he saw his body when he came back?

Yelu Wunu in the distance was riding on a horse, with thick eyebrows locked in deep and shouting at the cavalrymen in the distance: "Don't use a knife! If you have scars on your body, the emperor will feel ugly when playing! You will smash it hard with an iron rod and knock it away and it will be fine!"

The woman in front of him was so difficult that she was far beyond his imagination. She was injured and disabled. Although he ignored his subordinates' lives, she felt that she was blind. Only by patiently waiting to heal the woman's injuries and sending them to the emperor's bed can she make up for her merits and receive a lot of rewards!

While gritting his teeth and thinking, a sudden gust of wind passed by from behind. Yelu Wunu felt a numbness on his waist, and his body suddenly flew up from the horse's back, drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

The severe pain surged from his waist. Yelu Wunu, who was lying on the ground, lowered his head vigorously and looked at his waist. There, a huge crack had appeared, broken intestines, and gusts out from the wound. The blood had dyed the ground under him red.

He screamed shrillly. Endless fear and despair surged into his heart, but his body could not get up. His desperate struggle and crawling could only make the wound on his waist bigger and bigger, almost breaking from the center of his body.

Not far behind him, Meng Yilan stood barely beside the war horse with a scimitar in her hand, with a little surprised face. She stared at the tall man who saved his life with an extremely ferocious expression on her face, and roared violently like a beast, waving the sword to rush towards a large number of cavalry dozens of steps ahead. The group of Liao soldiers were riding on the horse, waving the iron rod to beat a bloody Han girl. The beauty of the girl and the desolate and desperate expression on her face made her stunned as a woman.

The tall and strong body shot forward like lightning, and flashed by dozens of steps away. He almost hit the body of a cavalry on the outermost side. The sharp sword slashed under his ribs. The huge force instantly slashed the entire body of the Liao soldier. The upper body flew out and fell heavily to the ground. The lower body was still riding on the war horse, constantly gushing out blood and broken internal organs.

Luo Dacheng roared. In an instant, as if he had transformed into a violent killing god, he tried his best to swing the steel knife in his hand, and slashed it wildly on another Liao soldier in front of him, instantly slashing his back, and the blade slashed from his spine to his chest. The blood-stained tip of the knife carried a large piece of blood and shattered internal organs, which gushed out from his chest. The Liao soldier screamed in terror and fell forward from his horse, and his body had been cut by a sword.

The Liao soldiers roared in horror and raised the iron rod high, but there was no time to smash it down. They only saw the blood-stained sword light swaying violently, slashing their chests in an instant, crazily tearing the armor and flesh. The huge force threw their bodies away. When they fell heavily to the ground, blood gushed out from the huge crack on their bodies. Half of their bodies had been torn apart, and it was futile to think about getting up.

For a moment, roars and screams mixed with the muffled sound of steel swords entering the flesh, and surged violently on the battlefield. Countless Liao soldiers screamed and were chopped off their horses. The length of the knife wounds they suffered and the depth of the inner organs were shocking.

Meng Yilan in the distance couldn't help but open her mouth and watched the man frantically into the Liao army group with a little horror, slaughtering the group of Liao soldiers who were originally grim.

In her eyes, the man's movements were so fierce and powerful, almost like crazy, and his body was as fast as lightning. He just slashed a Liao soldier here, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached ten steps away. He swung his sword and cut off the head of another Liao soldier, causing Dapeng to squirt out of different bodies in an instant.

Even though she had experienced the battlefield battle with her father and brother, the cruel scene in front of her still made her dizzy. The gentle man who had saved her life was now like a demon, roaring loudly, killing the poor Liao soldiers at a speed of lightning. The remaining limbs of the head flew up, and blood was spread all over the sky. The wilderness ahead would turn into a terrifying hell for a moment.

She, an outsider, was dizzy. The Liao soldiers on the battlefield were extremely frightened and regarded Luo Dacheng as the legendary devil. Even if they tried their best to hit the iron stick, they could never hit Luo Dacheng. Instead, they slashed from behind and chopped them into their flesh and chopped them off their horses. They could only wait for the arrival of death in despair in pain.

They finally saw the people who were as fast as lightning. Occasionally, when the Liao soldiers who came back from the southern battlefield talked about such people on the battlefield, they still didn't believe it. Now they finally saw his power, the moment before they died.

The violent killing sound gradually disappeared, leaving only Manye screaming, which was heard from the mouths of the Liao soldiers who had not killed one sword.

When the last Liao soldier was chopped off by a sword, Luo Dacheng stood among the pile of corpses stained with blood, his eyes were violent and terrifying. The sword in his right hand was covered with the enemy's flesh and blood, and the sharp blade had been swept up.

Not far from his ground, Di Liniang's slender body was already shaking, but she still held back her tears and smiled. She bit her lips tightly and looked at Luo Dacheng, leaning on the ground with a sword, gasping for a while, but she couldn't help but slim tears, but finally she couldn't help but slim tears across her face and dripped to the ground.

Seeing her eyes becoming confused and her body fell softly to the ground. Before Luo Dacheng could think, he ran wildly under his feet, running to her side like lightning, and hugged her waist, and took a breath of cold air in his eyes, and almost burst into flames.

He quickly picked up Di Liniang, strode to a house in the distance, put her on the bed, tore open the clothes behind her, took out the golden sore medicine, and applied it to her.

The herdsmen in this residence have all escaped, so he can feel at ease to treat it here. The golden sore medicine prepared by Concubine Li Chen used the secret medicinal materials found in the palace, and the effect was the best. The blood stopped instantly.

The knife wounds that Di Liniang had not been deeply damaged, but they were very long, and the flesh and blood rolled, which made Luo Dacheng look in tears and burned in anger. He wished he could capture the Liao soldiers and cut them down with a fierce knife to avenge his wife!

Footsteps came from front of the door. Luo Dacheng suddenly raised his head and saw the girl rushing to the door, with a pale face, and forced a smile: "Are you okay?-----She is your woman?"

Luo Dacheng nodded in confusion and said in a deep voice: "It's my wife!" Then he carefully applied medicine to her until every scar was applied to the golden sore medicine.

Meng Yilan quietly watched him apply medicine to the beautiful girl. She was more careful and meticulous than the simple actions she had when applying medicine to her. The faint sorrow arose in her heart, which made her feel surprised.

Under the sunlight, Yelu Wunu lay on the ground and moaned in pain, his face turned pale and the severe pain on his body made him hate that he could not die soon, so as not to suffer from this endless pain.

Suddenly, his body was turned over, and a furious face appeared in front of him, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who asked you to come?"

Yelu Wunu's consciousness was no longer clear. He could only moan in pain: "Emperor... The emperor wants beautiful women, but he can't let anyone go... Especially the Han women. The emperor likes to play with Han women now. We are subordinates, of course we have to understand the superiors... Even if the emperor doesn't want it, there are so many princes and ministers, no matter who they give it to..."

With a puff, the steel knife stabbed into the heart. He held the handle of the knife with his big hand and stirred it hard. He instantly shattered his heart. Yelu Wunu shouted, his limbs trembled violently. He twitched in pain and died tragically on the ground.

A furious expression appeared on Luo Dacheng's face. Gangred at the dead Liao general, his powerful hand tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, bit his teeth and roared with a loud voice: "Liao Kingdom!"

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The weeds are sad and grow on the wilderness.

The huge grave camp stands in the wilderness, with occasionally exposed bones, which are pale and terrifying.

Luo Dacheng stood in front of the mass grave, looking at the white bones of the Han people from afar, silent and silent.

This grave camp was a year ago when Emperor Liao suspected that the Han people were about to rebel, and killed all the Han people in this area and filled them all in this pit, but they still couldn't fill them clean. So he piled up floating soil on it and became a huge tomb mound, which looked like a hill.

Not far behind him was a big car, which was not gorgeous, but comfortable. Di Liniang sat in the car, with a pale face and tears in her eyes, but she did not dare to look at the huge grave mound with gloomy winds.

Meng Yilan stood behind Luo Dacheng, looked at his tall and strong back, and asked quietly: "Do you... really want to defeat Liao Kingdom and avenge your brothers?"

These days, she and the two of them have been walking together, supporting and taking care of each other with Di Liniang, who was also injured, gradually becoming as close as sisters, and gradually listening to her about their past experiences.

Luo Dacheng remained silent, just looking at the graves full of grass, his eyes slightly confused, but his firm fighting spirit was rising.

After all, my hatred with the Liao Kingdom was unsolvable; along the way, I saw countless Han people being bullied and humiliated. The officials of Liao Kingdom bullied and blackmailed the people, and even did not regard the Han people as humans, raped and humiliated their wives and daughters, and took away their only property, completely ignoring their about to starve to death, and sucking bones and marrow. This was just like this.

If the tribe ruled, they could still be ruthless to the people. If they treat Han people from other tribes, the Khitans never would be merciful. The number of Han people forced to death every year is outrageous.

Moreover, the Khitans did not regard them as human beings when dealing with the Han people in the Song Dynasty. Every year, Liao soldiers sent to Song to attack Caogu, kill and plunder the Han people in the land. Now many of the slaves used by wealthy families in the north are good people captured from Song, but they accept the humiliation and enslavement of the master. If anyone violates the majesty of the master and is tortured and tortured to death, he will not even have the right to be a human being.

The civil and military officials of the Song Dynasty, together with their emperor, did not dare to fight back against such a cruel enemy country. The people who died tragically in the Caogu did not see them at all. Instead, they sent envoys to Shangjing to celebrate the Qianling of the Liao Kingdom and Shuntian Festival every year!

Who would like to brutal bully the Han people and the country and the bloody Han people in the world? Who would like to continue to exist and bully all the Han people in the world for a hundred years?

After a long period of thinking, Luo Dacheng finally positioned his life goal to attack or even destroy the Liao Kingdom.

With his personal force, he may not cause too much harm to this behemoth, but if he can master an army and train them hard with all his ability, who would not know that they would not be transformed into a force that can sweep the world?

In Luo Dacheng's view, the major secret that no one knows is vivid in his mind. There are two powerful soldiers in the world hidden in the wild: one is in the northeast, the bitter and cold land of white mountains and black waters; the other is in the northwest, on the Mongolian Plateau in the future!

This secret alone is not worth less than 100,000 elite soldiers, and is far beyond the treasures accumulated by Loulan King over the years. And he has been buried in his heart for a long time and will rely on it to shake the entire world!

If there is a third strong soldier, it is the Dangxiang people in Xiazhou and Xingzhou. When they occupied a large area of ​​land in the Hexi Corridor under the leadership of Li Yuanhao, the eyes of the people in the world will be on them, marveling at the Dangxiang people's bravery. But after all, it is just a separatist force. Luo Dacheng's goal is to have a powerful army that can sweep the world!

Luo Dacheng had no confidence in controlling the impulsive and irritable Jurchens. They are now firmly under the control of the chiefs of various tribes, and others cannot intervene. Moreover, their current number may not reach the grand occasion of "the Jurchens are less than ten thousand, and they are invincible". Under the control and suppression of the Liao Kingdom, they may not be able to build a foundation in the northeast area.

For the Jurchens, he only hoped that in his lifetime, he could control their development, and not have the tragic scene of the Jurchens' power expanding a hundred years later, attacking and destroying the Khitan, the Northern Song Dynasty, robbing the two emperors, officials, and all concubines and princesses returning north.

Even though I did not like the emperors and officials of the Song Dynasty, if such a tragic scene appeared, it would be something that all the Han people in the world would never want to see.

If it is not included in the Jurchens who may destroy the Khitan in the future, then the strongest military in the world will sweep across the Eurasian continent and defeat the Jurchens and the Southern Song regime in the future. The unpredictable army in the world that is now hidden on the Mongolian Plateau!

Luo Dacheng's eyes looked into the west from afar, with a vast and distant look, implying an invincible determination and a hint of fanaticism.

His hands were involuntarily closed in front of his chest, and in his heart, he said silently to his parents and relatives in that world, as well as all the ancestors of the Han people:
Chapter completed!